Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out over London
One misty early,
I overheard a fair pretty
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a chain,
'Tis not the of many
He was born of king's breed
And to a virtuous lady.

Go me my milk white steed,
Go me my pony,
I will ride to London
To for the life of my Geordie.

Ah, my never stole nor cow nor calf,
He hurted any,
Stole of the king's royal deer,
And he sold in Bohenny.

Two pretty babies I born,
The third in my body,
I'd freely with them every one
If spare the life of Geordie.

The judge looked over his shoulder,
He fair maid I'm sorry
He said fair you must be gone
For I cannot Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
not the chain of many,
Stole sixteen of the king's royal
And he them in Bohenny.